isn't it unfair?

how someone can earn control of the stars in your eyes
and turn them into comets
or supernovas--

huh,
i don't believe in religion, but,
i relented to
you, my God.

i'll love you for all eternity, it seems,
carry these memories with me wherever i go,
this love,
but i don't have to drown from it anymore,
burn and ash and rise again, again-

and maybe i'll be my own sun.
because the mornings remain, still.

i don't know what to do about this bright-eyed boy
with perfect teeth and banter,
i just know he swore to me he wouldn't be another echo of my past lovers and
promises don't mean much to anyone anymore.

other people are not home.

you got in the way of my light like
the moon does the sun

but this doesn't feel temporary
anymore